Why am I the only one not having any fun?
I look out my window watching the setting sun.
Couples holding hands hurts me more.
My life continues to be such a bore.
No woman has ever touched me.
So many women around to see.
No sweet lips have ever touched mine.
I should strangle myself with a thorn vine.
No woman has ever given me a warm hug.
I continue to be stepped over like a bug.
I've never kissed hands so soft.
I lay here alone in my empty loft.
No woman has ever loved me.
I drown myself with a cup of tea.
No woman has sat on my lap.
I'm in pain and can't take a nap.
Desire and pleasure is what I need.
My body would be ready to feed.
Every night I cry myself to sleep.
I would rather take one final leap.
Everyone falls in love, so why can't I?
I'm chopped liver left alone to dry.
I collapse on the floor, curled up in a ball.
This pain will go on from summer to fall.
No woman has massaged my shoulders.
I feel crushed by some ten ton boulders.
No woman has ever given me a smile.
I'm as flat and cracked as a floor tile.
Why am i not allowed to even love?
Might as well jump from high above.
My heart is solid and hard as stone.
I'm nothing but a dog without a bone.
I'm so alone and so very afraid.
No one around, not even a maid.
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